The Witch and the Reunion || Closed
✖ ⋮⋮   ” Oh shit, Visco! Behind you! ” Once she pointed out nothing in particular—and was sure Visco was looking—she swiped the bag of delicious candied hands from her hand. Metallia helped herself to a handful of them. Visco wouldn’t miss a few since this was a rather big pouch full of them. Heck, Metallia can also conjure up more with magic.
She munched happily on them since she had been craving something sweet. Of course, Visco was eyeing her as if she committed the most horrible crime yet. The Princess and her seeds, sheesh.
" What? I’ll make more don’t lose your freaking he— " Metallia couldn’t even finish her sentence as she heard a war cry not too far off. A familiar war cry.
" Wait. " She shoved the bag right in to Visco’s chest, then ran off to source of the noise.
What the Swamp Witch saw though was exactly what she was expecting. That familiar war cry and a home being invaded. Also people screaming for mercy, but not like she cared for that part.
" Well holy shit. Look who came to start a riot in this world too, hehehe! "
Well. That’ll teach her to ever listen to anything the stupid Swamp Witch had to say. Visco was annoyed over the fact that she’d been successfully tricked more than anything else, and she made sure Metallia knew it too. Her expression was stormy.
"You could have just asked…"
Suddenly the bag was shoved back into her arms as Metallia took off, and Visco hurried to follow, stashing the pouch away again—after putting a seed or two into her mouth. Okay so maybe she did have some sort of addiction to the candy, but that wasn’t the point.
She recognized the voice after a moment. “Aren’t we supposed to be helping the people here…?” Despite her exasperated tone, when the Knight finally did show himself, she offered him a warm smile.Â
No one really understand what just exactly was going on. Especially not the Hundred Knight, who had just been forced to deal with being summoned to one world about... how many days had it been since he arrived in Medea? At least... No, not important. Or he forgot. It probably didn't matter anymore. But now he found himself in yet another world, and he couldn't deny that his first reaction - after being horribly confused - was anger, and perhaps even a bit of fear. How dare they take him away from Metallia, his (former) Master! From Viscole! From all the others.
And yet he knew that he had to find a way out. Back to the Swamp, back to his... friends. He remembered the time he had spent in an alternate universe, another world created by Metallia, or so he had told him. Her world, she had called it. Perhaps this was similar? He would just have to cause a bit of ruckus. Spread chaos, as she had liked to call it. He'd do lot of things to see them again, he had to admit. And so he headed out to fuck shit up.
The "shit-up-fucking" went well so far. Several houses had been raided already, and he was at his tenth. After jumping through the window, the whole house seemed to start shaking, with occasional yells from him and the house's owner being audible for anyone passing by close enough. And after a work well done, with a pair of undies as a trophy in his stomach, he headed out through the front door. Only to spot two figures not far from his position, seemingly drawn in by the noises he had produced.
Wait a second.
No way, no way! Was it really them?! His mind became that of small child, a high-ranking demon reduced to jumping from foot to foot and starting to dash closer to the two people, a witch and a knight.